Friday, December 21, 2012

F3 Jack Frost

"Right," he held a hand
out into the drifting flurries, which started to coalesce into a perfect
sphere. "So Jack Frost was one of us."

"The Jack Frost. The
figure from children's stories? He was a Storm Rider."

"You know another one?"

"Well, no. So what was he
like?"

"So, yeah, he had this thing
about winter. He loved winter storms, especially. We don't have a whole lot on
the guy. Until recently we never really kept records. It's just word of mouth
passed down. But he liked winter storms. Then he crossed the line."

"How?"

"He started making new
weather. He would bring down arctic storms in order to make it snow earlier in
the year. The guy was something of a nut."

"Then what happened?"

"We had to take him down
before he started a new ice age. Besides, when you create new weather, it
throws everything off. He was making more work for us. So, Jack Frost was a
criminal. He went rogue."

"I can never tell when you're
making stuff up."

"Me neither." Jack lobbed
the snowball into the air, where it disintegrated back into individual flakes.